Relationships from the Other Side

A blog that talks about relationships from my point of view. A unique, interesting, and sometimes crazy point of view.

Feel free to ask me questions if you have any on relationships or life in general.

May you always know the other side of the story. :D
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January 4th, 2012
polyamorousporpoise: Submitted by lulusensei. [IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Picture shows eight piece background in blue, black, red, and yellow, the colors of the polyamory flag. In the foreground, there is a picture of a porpoise swimming with its mouth open. TOP TEXT READS: “Say you’re poly” BOTTOM TEXT READS: “But you have just one partner”] So uh… I came out as polyamorous a month or so ago, even though I just have one partner. Having just one significant other doesn’t mean I can’t be poly K, thanks.

polyamorousporpoise:

Submitted by lulusensei.

[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Picture shows eight piece background in blue, black, red, and yellow, the colors of the polyamory flag. In the foreground, there is a picture of a porpoise swimming with its mouth open. TOP TEXT READS: “Say you’re poly” BOTTOM TEXT READS: “But you have just one partner”]

So uh… I came out as polyamorous a month or so ago, even though I just have one partner.

Having just one significant other doesn’t mean I can’t be poly

K, thanks.

(via hopefulpolygirl)

December 14th, 2011

(Source: thesouldrifter, via isobelaspark)

September 26th, 2011

It is my recommendation — Verse Libre

**I hand’t written anything along the lines of erotic in a while so i decided to do this little corny poem. I thought it was kind of cute, not really cut throat lust which I’m usually doing. listening to maxwell usually does this. hope you enjoy. :D Also shoes a bit more of a affectionate side of a relationship. I think I might write a few more poems like this to show different sides….I think I think **

 

It is a recommendation
that you dance for your lover
take time
to feel music
made between your energies
the grinding sensation that you create
everytime you attempt to tease
to excite the wings of pleasure.
 
It is a recommendation
that you take time to tease your lover
slow down the strip of cloth
from the hips of passion
sway
stare into their soul as you crawl
in a primal dance
to unite your bodies
with fire
and exotic excitement
nibble their lips in a kiss
to show the playfulness of life
 
it is a recommendation
to smile at your lover
thank them for their time
spent in your eyes
your mind
your soul
thank them for their love.
with that one smile
a hand will paint your cheek
in affection
for what was once a game in the eyes of lust
turned into the pretty wings of love

It is my recommendation … to love
By Aiyanna Marbet

September 21st, 2011

Just figured out my dom style…torture with sensation and pleasure. Pain isn’t my sttyle but anticipation is. :)

June 30th, 2011
I can be so punny sometimes. I love it! Since I am a switch, drawing this was too much fun. 

I can be so punny sometimes. I love it! Since I am a switch, drawing this was too much fun. 

I’m a terrible artist, but this idea made me giggle slightly. Just think your sub asks for you to be a tad more submissive and this is your interpretation. It would probably be mine because I’m dorky like that. Thought you would like some funny on this thursday. :D  Dialog:  Man: I don’t think this is what I meant when I asked for you to be more submissive.  Woman: Hmmmp.  Enjoy. 

I’m a terrible artist, but this idea made me giggle slightly. Just think your sub asks for you to be a tad more submissive and this is your interpretation. It would probably be mine because I’m dorky like that. Thought you would like some funny on this thursday. :D 

Dialog: 

Man: I don’t think this is what I meant when I asked for you to be more submissive. 

Woman: Hmmmp. 

Enjoy. 


June 27th, 2011

Dear Boy  I just had sex with, 

  you better call me back. the sex and the conversation were too good not to. I have rug burns for the first time on my knees. :D 

signed-

exhaustion with a smiley face. :D

June 22nd, 2011

Some More BDSM Poetry By ME

 remember the taste of the dirt
that gritted between my teeth 
when he pushed me face first
into the grassy hill along our walk home. i
t was a new sensation something completely 
out of this world 
I was finally being 
dominated. 

I remember the way I submitted
under his bruising touch
scared yet excited 
his words collaring me 
In my mind 
I wanted to disobey 
make a noise
let someone hear me moan from his 
beautiful commands of pleasure 
I was finally being 
submissive. 


I always wanted to know 
what it would feel like to be the submissive 
competely give myself to one person in
a way that made me loose my control
of the world i held onto so tightly 

independent I always saw 
myself to be never needing 
a person to hold me at night or allowing
me to rely on the sexual needs
but when I walk with him 
clutching his member in public 
humiliated 
yet turned on 
he wants me to do this 
love him with obedience. 
I would do it for him 
because I’m his 
submissive. 

Laying in bed 
I twirl my collar 
remembering each shape 
from exhaustion of control 
where my body is weak 
and wants sleep 
I must bask in the ambience
of the control of the past
when I see the scars that bruise my skin 
from his whipping hand 
I see tattoos of passion 

May this never end
Dominance and submission 

I remember 
By Aiyanna 

If we move — it’s with passion if we speak — it’s to command if we touch — it’s to motivate if we desire — we offer if we want — we take  I grab her with my own kind of affection finders keepers I play with my petI’m her master, her desire I never hurt nor abuseI command and use my power to excite those who consent my mind to be in control I’m their sex therapy and I come I command I spank I whip I move I make them ache for meMy own pleasure coming from theirs It’s more than just me It’s usOur tease our taste for danger and pleasureIt’s our shared pleasure when I see my pet in thedistance, I see meMarked, bruisedlike red tattoos across their skinmoments we sharedWhen I move them — it’s with passionWhen I speak — it’s to commandWhen I touch— it’s to motivateWhen they consent – I controlThis lifestyle confines our soulTo be together in that momentI am a dom. Dominance is Key By Aiyanna *I wrote the poem to go with the picture. Since some of my readers are into the kink I thought this would be a fun poem to read. Enjoy. Keep it consensual. :D*

If we move — it’s with passion
if we speak — it’s to command
if we touch — it’s to motivate
if we desire — we offer
if we want — we take
 
I grab her with my own kind of affection
finders keepers
I play with my pet
I’m her master, her desire
I never hurt nor abuse
I command and use
my power to excite those
who consent
my mind to be
in control
I’m their sex therapy
and I come
I command
I spank
I whip
I move
I make them ache for me

My own pleasure
coming from theirs
It’s more than just me
It’s us
Our tease
our taste for danger and
pleasure

It’s our shared pleasure
when I see my pet in the
distance, I see me
Marked, bruised
like red tattoos across their skin
moments we shared

When I move them — it’s with passion
When I speak — it’s to command
When I touch— it’s to motivate
When they consent – I control
This lifestyle confines our soul
To be together in that moment
I am a dom.

Dominance is Key
By Aiyanna
*I wrote the poem to go with the picture. Since some of my readers are into the kink I thought this would be a fun poem to read. Enjoy. Keep it consensual. :D*

June 16th, 2011

Picking up your stuff—

So today I was washing my dishes planning on going to my exes place to pick up my stuff till I looked down and saw the flower they gave me for my birthday and saw that it hasn’t grown since we broke up and I just started to cry and I realized I couldn’t go over there and get the stuff it still hurts and I don’t want it to. Another thing is that they reopened their profiles on the dating site and I just felt rotten. Sigh. 

My heart hurts right now and I don’t know what to do. Just go to a park and just sit and cry I’m thinking. 

I think I’m starting to realize this business of love isn’t for me. I’m checking out and closing shop. 

I’m tired of crying over something that hurts too much.